A shrill whistle was heard. That was Mr.X.. We were arranged in two rows. Names dont matter..Weather was very hot and it was very difficult to stand. One of them, suddenly came forward and immediately, wanted to say something. His pale face seemed to suffer. Took a deep breath and eyes wide opened.
- "Harlot!!" he cried.
I had encountered more ironic situations. But that moment was still very strange... Anyway, Mr X had seen it as a sign of disrespect and his face was flushed. But he was merely remained silent. Maybe he was scared or perhaps his past experiences. He told everyone to have break. His tone was very feeble...
Everyone was talking about what had happened. Suddenly, i found my self next to the pale face. I was wondering why he did it. When he saw that i looked at him intently, he said :
- "Don't worry, I've consumed hundreds like this morning of my dreams. I just expect suprises of life, living on..The essense of these, the life is a harlot and i'm a dreamer of it.
I wanted to slap him or even beat!
Just, i spit in his face..
